What a Bunch of Followers! All 2,000 of You!

Which is surprising to me considering that I began publishing Dry-Humping Parnassus only six months ago… after securing it four years ago. (!?) But it finally started as a dumping ground for selected poems I’d written over the years, and—I hoped—a self-administered kick in the ass to man up and get back to writing. And it worked. Well, something worked.

About two weeks into it, a poem I wrote about calling in sick was Freshly Pressed by Poetry Editor and Chief Semicolon Advocate Michelle W. (Michelle also writes at King of States! which you should definitely follow if you don’t already.) Her selection made possible a wave of “likes” and “follows” and flattering comments which encouraged me to continue dumping out poems, often under the cover of night from an unmarked waste disposal truck.

The toxic word chemicals accumulated steadily, as did the “likes” and “follows,” and last September this nascent bubbling sludge pit was selected as a Staff Picks Recommended Blog—again by Michelle.

More “likes” and “follows.” More furtive midnight runs to my literary landfill publishing dashboard. Pretty soon I was running out of poems—the good ones at any rate—and it was time to start slouching toward my first love: humor. And that’s where you’ll currently find me: wading into miasmic pools of off-center fiction, sociopolitical satire, and a few more poems zipped up in body bags, waiting to be illegally dumped.

But shoveling aside my false modesty scatological self-deprecation: To all of you including Michelle who have read, liked, followed, recommended, and encouraged my noxious and obnoxious words… what the hell is wrong with you people!?

Also, thank you. Thank you very much.

With a scant six months in the game, I’m still pretty green at this blogging stuff. I’m not Jenny Lawson who is painfully funny and has over a million well-earned followers. (And I’m not seeking a sex change so I can be like Jenny Lawson.) What I do have is a few dozen well-earned rejection slips, and when I started this blog I was happy to get ten followers.

But regardless of how many readers I’m fortuned with, my commitment as a writer remains the same: You’re going to need a bigger pair of boots. And hazmat gear.

Cheers and Happy New Year!

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